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confessions of a sissy faggot

OMG Lascivia! I am not sure how you know. Maybe all sissies are the same? Yes, I have fantasized about being a submissive sissy fag for a real man. I have been regularly sucking Mr. Cock. These days my little limpy hardens to a button only if have Mr. Cock in my mouth. My phone Mistress allows me to diddle my wee-wee only while watching videos of shemales servicing real men. After watching shemales with tiny dicklets get used by real men, I am allowed to squirt when the real men cum in the videos. After wetting my panties watching the little dick shemales getting fucked so many times, I must admit I have started wondering if that's what I need. It seems like the ultimate humiliation. After a real man takes me like a bitch, there is no way I can pretend to be a male, can I? Yes, Mistress Lascivia, I confess, I have fantasized about what would it feel to be treated as a sissy bitch by a real cock. I am not sure if I am just a sissy anymore. I think I am more of a sissy faggot now.

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My Lord, sissyjoy, you are such a horny little faggot slut! Those videos a quite hardcore. It's hilarious to think of you masturbating to them while you imagine taking a man's cock up your butt!

Anyway, to answer your question: yes, all sissies are the same. The moment you accepted that you're really more of a girl than you could ever be a man, you were already sliding down the slippery, well-lubed slope to becoming a true faggot bitch to a real man. I'm glad you've finally realized your true fate. I remember when you told me so long ago that you had no desire to be penetrated. Ha! I just shook my head and said to myself "oh, sissyjoy, you have so much to learn!"

I'm so happy that I could play a part in triggering your breakthrough and public confession of your growing desire to be used like a sissy faggot you now know you were meant to be. You have so much to learn and discover now sissyjoy! Congratulations!

You've always known that you don't have a real cock -- or even something that could be used like a real cock in a sexual way -- but you're slowly realizing that even though you may not have a real pussy either, at least you have something that can be used like a real pussy sexually. And as you explore your newly reimagined body, you'll also see that your tight little butthole is even more like a pussy than your little bean could ever be like a cock. You'll discover that your sissy-pussy has a g-spot (your prostate) which, with proper stimulation (that is, fucking) can give you even more pleasure than your insignificant peanut ever will.

It's time you get started getting used to the idea of your virginal little butthole as an erogenous zone. Next time you masturbate (no doubt the moment after you finish reading this comment!) I want you to use one hand to rub your clitty, and the other to stroke and tease your puckered rosebud while you play with yourself. And just before you squirt, you have to poke your finger inside and swirl it around during your sissygasm.

Do you understand me sissyjoy? You are not allowed to cum EVER AGAIN without something penetrating your little butthole. This is you life now, sissyjoy. Now that you've confessed your desired to be fucked, your sissypussy is going to take center-stage of your perverted little sissy-faggot sexuality. It's not just about panties and lingerie anymore -- from now on, it's about preparing your sissypussy for cock.

Now go diddle yourself, sissyjoy, and then tell us all about how humiliatingly thrilling your sissygasm was with your naughty little finger up your butt!

Come now sissyjoy, do you expect us to believe that you haven't wet your panties since Feb 15? I told what you need to do next time you touch your clitty, and instructed you to post about immediately afterward.

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